Cronan's POV
When the armed men came barging into my house that evening, their mark had been my little sister. I wasn’t supposed to be home. It should have just been my mother who would be powerless to fight them off. The only way for them to know that, I'd recognized immdiately, was if a higher up in our society was working for them.
At the sound of our mother's screams, my younger brother Trenton had taken Isabella and run away as I had instructed. They were safe.
I’d felt my mother fall. Felt the gunshots pierce through her just as they’d torn through my own flesh. They'd even opened fire upon me in the field, one bullet managing to pierce my shoulder. It didn’t stop me, of course. It takes a lot more than a little bit of shrapnel to kill a Pureblood. My body was d
